by agapik9
Rose petals scattered away with the wind.
I extend my hand to catch them, they slip from my grasp.
The wind whispers in my ear, a sweet embrace.
"You will leave along with them." It said.
"I'm afraid." I cried and held onto my rose.
What a damned universe it is the one we live in.
My tears fall one by one and crash to the pavement.
A sadistic laugh is heard from somewhere in the distance.
"Let your rose wilt, and so will you"
I close my ears with my hands, I desperately try to escape.
I run.
I run away.
From whom? You ask.
Myself. My fate.
I don't want to die.
I stumble to my feet, my almost wilted rose falls down.
I freeze.
When our roses wilt, we die.
When they wilt, it's the end of our time.
"Please don't go."
A scream that cuts through my ears.
I clutch my heart, and tears keep falling.
"I don't want to."
I scream.
"I don't want to."
I whisper.
"Listen to me... I won't die."
I scream to my rose.
As if mocking me,
the last petal detaches itself from the stem.
I gasp for air.
This is my end.
When our flowers wilt,
so do our lives.
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